I am reading Dr. Alice Domar's book, Conquering Infertility. I really like the book, except the part about not exercising for three months. I tried not exercising for a month. I got pregnant and promptly miscarried. And all I was left with was rage because I didn't have an outlet for it. So I can tell you from experience that the whole don't exercise thing is a sham. Doesn't matter what you do as long as it's in moderation.
I was super bummed, however, when I reached for Conquering Infertility this weekend and couldn't find a chapter on this subject:
"Coping-when-your-good-friend-who-you-see-nearly-every week-calls-you-on-Saturday-and-tells-you-she-is-pregnant. With-twins. And-her-due-date-is-yours*."
*Had you not miscarried a month ago.
For serious. Someone is surely testing me with this one. I guess I deserve this after refusing to even look at the dueling pregnant ladies who crashed yoga class in matching outfits last week.
I cried. Of course. I do not begrudge my friend her good fortune. She has a 2-year-old. And wasn't even sure she wanted a second child. But her husband did. Anyway, she gets overwhelmed with the 2-year-old so the twin thing is not going to be easy on her.
But I cried mostly because it is just so ironically cruel. Honestly. Ever time I look at her, I will be reminded of baby #2 and what we would have been doing together at that time.
I can't & don't want this to affect my friendship with her. She truly is a very good friend. And I am so appreciative that she called to tell me even though she hasn't announced the pregnacy to anyone else yet.
But, COME ON, universe. If I pass this test do you promise we'll get a baby?